"Alright!"
Old Hao, the owner, immediately agreed, then asked, "Do you want some pancake to go with it? Dipping the pancake in the pig soup is also very tasty."
Lu Xi'an, in a sudden burst of enthusiasm, said, "Yes!"
"Alright!"
Old Hao responded again, and in no time, brought out the pancakes along with three bowls of pig soup.
The soup was milky white, mostly filled with pig offal with just a tiny bit of meat. The steam wafting from the soup carried a fragrance that made one's mouth water.
Lu Xi'an immediately used a ceramic spoon to scoop up a mouthful, sending the soup mingled with offal into his mouth. The fresh taste, slightly spicy, spread across his palate.
The offal had a complex texture, offering a unique taste as he chewed.
Yet no taste could surpass the distinctive aromatic spiciness spreading in his mouth.
No fishy scent.
Lu Xi'an suddenly realized, "Is there pepper in this?"
He turned to look at Yao Wei, who had already started gulping it down.
